Village Tales; Or Recollections of By-Past Times (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1827. Excerpt: ... might melt that parent's heart into acquiescence with her wishes, and bend his proud spirit to consent to call Alexander--son. At iast the faint twinkling of what seemed a distant light was seen. It grew brighter--it was fixed--she heard the barking of a dog--it was a reality. Her heart rose with hope, and sunk as rapidly with fear. "I will submit to the will of Providence," said she, " surely Alexander would not return without my father." She was right: her father and her lover were returning. Alexander had found the object of his search half buried in snow, and insensible of his situation, reclining on a fallen tree, about a mile from the cottage. Mr. M. had still sufficient strength left to walk, with his assistance, to his home, and, when he reached it, was soon entirely revived. Alexander and Caroline parted with light hearts, for he was then, for ihe first time, invited to become a frequent visitor; and when next day he came to inquire after the health of Mr. M. the good man, with a smile that bespoke the feelings of his heart, took him by the hand, and joining it with Caroline's could but articulate "my children, may God Almighty bless you." The sequel is anticipated. THE SOCIAL GLASS. Charles Churchill had genius--fortune had opened to him a liberal hand; he was independent of the world, so far as wealth could render him independent--but besides all this he possessed a kind, amiable temper, that endeared him to every one. He was an old schoolmate--for years together the arbiter of our little disputes, the repository of our secrets, the friend and confidant of all parties. There was a sense of honour, of scrupulous delicacy, of moral rectitude about him, that elevated him in the opinion of his fellows, far above the common level; and the good old s...